Stephen Duffin lives in a tiny garret flat which he shares with a theatrical mouse that likes to dance along the skirting boards. When not reading books he either watches films or eats extra-hot curries.
“Don’t you love being a pink monkey?” declared County Paris, flying over Lady Capulet’s orchard. “Shall we make mischief?” Romeo flew low under an envious moon. “This pink monkey has better things to do!” Paris flew alongside. “Like what?” “Oh… Continue Reading
Howling in rage, Zephaniah Twinkle hurled his wand at the crumbling, leather-bound Trollpuddle’s Compendium of Arcane Spells and Ritual. Sparks flew as burnished oak bounced off faded pages of vellum. Zephaniah wrinkled his nose, inhaling the sickly stench of rotting… Continue Reading
Maud turned up her hearing aid to eavesdrop on the blazing row. Raised voices blasted through the second-hand bookshop. Insults poisoned the morning air. Maud cherished each stinging word, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I sense an opportunity, she thought,… Continue Reading